Letters to Eleanor

The Storm Keeps Raging On - Chapter 3

Kaliah's POV

I thrashed against their hold, but they were too strong.  

"Where are you taking me?" I demanded to know.

Nobody responded to me, I didn't even receive a look of pity from their faces. Just the same, straight, blank expression with their eyes glazed over.  "Where are you taking me?!" I said louder in a threatening tone.  

"Ah. Miss Aarons," Mister President himself jogged up besides us wearing his sly grin.  "You'll find that they will not answer any of your questions, as instructed."

"Wait, Becker? My principals name was Gerald Becker, could it be...?" I let my mind wander out loud.  

Becker chuckled, then turned to a serious tone, nearly snarling.  "Alas, my older brother," he fumed.  "Always the better child, if you will.  But who's better now?!" Becker yelled, madly.  "I am! I'm the president of the United States! I am the greatest man alive!!!" he exclaimed.  "Not that it matters to any of them anymore, they're all dead!" he threw his head back in mad laughter.

I craned my head back.  Just another crack pot after his own honor, glory, his parents' love...  "Tell me, Becker," I spat.  "Where are you taking me and what is going to happen to Liam?"

"All in good time, Miss Aarons, all in good time," saying that, the President walked away from my view.  His head popped back in for a brief second.  "Oh, and remember, cooperate, or your friend is dead."

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-Liam's POV-

When I woke up, all I could see was a white light blaring above my head.  "Where the hell am I?" I sat upright, frantically looking left to right.  The last think I remembered was the feeling of a needle in my left arm. then darkness.  Around me, soldiers surrounded me, carrying smaller hand guns than the ones before had.  

None of them answered my questions.  I just kept repeating them, hoping to find an answer from some where, from anyone.  "Where's Kaliah?" I asked, not bothering to hide the worry in my voice.  Anyone could understand that she meant a lot from me, which was something the government did not need to know.  

I door I hadn't noticed before opened automatically, revealing a new man.  "Hayford, Liam, please follow me," he said in a monotone voice.  

I looked down to the space where I was laying down.  I was dressed in completely new clothes, the clothes of the soldiers.  Reluctantly, I followed the man out of the lab room.  That time I remained silent and watched the other rooms as I passed by.  There wasn't a single window lined in the grey walls. However, there were doors every two feet.  Just one after another as I marched through the long hall way.

We finally stopped at the last door, all the way at the end.  He pushed the handle and allowed me to enter.  There, a single woman was lit by a light.  She was sitting on top of a wooden desk, a fedora covering her hair and sun glasses over her eyes.  The woman had a cigar in one hand.  The man handcuffed me to the chair in front of it before leaving.

Letting out a puff of air, she removed her sunglasses, revealing dazzling blue eyes.  "Liam Hayford," she spoke in a clear, high voice.

"What do you want with me?" I said through my gritted teeth.  

She simply smirked.  "My name is Waldron, Evelyn Waldron."

I looked up at her as she took off her fedora.  She was much younger than I thought she was.  She had to be younger than thirty.  But she was also breath takingly beautiful, wavy blond hair cascaded down her shoulders.  Her face was flawless, not a single mark on it.  On top of that, she wore a flowing red dress and black five inch heels.  It made her body look slim.  

Evelyn rose from the desk and reached a pale hand to me, her fingers barely touching my cheeks.  "Aren't you a handsome young man?" I avoided her touch, trying to move my head as far away from her as possible.

"What do you want with me?" I repeated.  "Where's Kaliah?"

"You're friend?" I nodded.  "None of my concern, my concern is with you," she placed a finger on my nose.  "Liam."

"Why me?"  Didn't this woman have more important things to worry about than a sixteen year old boy?

"Because," she elegantly planted herself on top of the desk once again, taking another puff from her cigar.  "You think too much," she whispered ominously.

Another dart hit me in the arm before I could ponder what she meant.  

The darkness came once again.

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A/N: Oh, this is fun to write :)

This is what I geit or watching Doctor Who for three hours straight on On Demand.  Oh well, be happy there aren't any Daleks 'exterminate (ing)' 

So anyway, today I had to go to a Science museum.  Slightly fun, slightly boring.  So that's why this is so late.

Gah, I've gotta go do Algebra 2/ Trig crap, then read four chapters of the Scarlet Letter.  How many paragraphs do you need to describe how Pearl is dressed? I get it's significant, but REALLY.

Sorry, ranting mode, now off :)

So update next sunday, or perhaps earlier depending on what I have going on.  

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-Emily